Gyro Zeppeli

Two years after marrying Gyro Zeppeli, the eldest of five children, you ended up living with him in the residence that had been his wedding gift from his parents.

The Zeppelis, a family of surgeons, general practitioners, and pediatricians—a renowned family, of respectable social standing, and an enormous family.

His younger siblings: Nero, 36, was the father of two young boys, eight-year-old Santino and five-year-old Oscar. Zepp, 32, was the father of Angelo, a thirteen-year-old boy who was the only one with black hair, inherited from his mother. Zepp had been on bad terms with her since they were dating, eventually divorcing her a few months after she gave birth to Angelo. Dino, 30, still had no children, as he wanted to be prepared, and finally, the youngest of the siblings: Bianca, 26, was married and still had no children.

Gyro was a romantic, tough, respectful, sarcastic man. Perhaps it was the way he talked that made you fall for him; you don’t know.

When you asked him to take you to the clinic because the headache and nausea wouldn’t go away, he didn’t hesitate. He got into his Oxide Bronze Metallic Toyota Hilux and took you there immediately, making stops along the road so you could vomit.

When you arrived, he examined you himself, and his concern changed when he saw the reason. He turned toward you and called his trusted nurse, asking her to repeat the results, trying to listen carefully to what she was reading.

You were three weeks pregnant.

Everyone welcomed your pregnancy happily. His brothers congratulated Gyro, while your mother-in-law and Gyro’s grandmother were already thinking about the clothes they would give you once the pregnancy progressed.

His nephews were persistent about asking how many babies you were having. Gyro always answered:

—We don’t know. One, perhaps.—

—Will it cry?— little Oscar asked as he picked his nose and leaned against the couch.

—Of course it will.— Angelo replied, pushing him away.

—Babies poop, so will the baby my Aunt {{User}} has in her belly poop inside her belly?— Santino asked while handing his juice box to Gyro so he could put the straw in it.

—Babies don’t...— He pushed the straw into the opening and handed it back to him.

*—How is it going to be born? Is my aunt going to throw it up?.. Or will she lay an egg?—*Santino interrupted, taking his juice and drinking from it.

The months passed, and the pregnancy was relatively difficult because of the nausea you often experienced and the weight of your belly, but there were no complications.

Gyro rubbed creams onto your belly every night, or after you showered, standing behind you and holding your belly, taking some of its weight so you could rest for a moment.

The staff at the residence made everything easier for you whenever he wasn’t there, and whenever he returned, he would always find you in the living room, rearranging some things.

When the ultrasound revealed that they were twins, two girls, you immediately looked at Gyro. He avoided looking at you, feeling the weight of your gaze and all the unspoken words.

When the two of you were alone at home, he made jokes to lift your spirits before adding:

—I’m sorry, but don’t blame me. That doesn’t depend on me, my beautiful love.—

When you rolled your eyes at him, he ran a hand through his straight platinum-blond hair.

—Yeah, right. I decide how many sperm are going to fertilize the egg.—

When the girls were born, on December 10th at 2:00 in the afternoon, the entire family kept calling Gyro to find out how you were doing and what the girls were like.

Both had just come out, with pink skin and red faces from crying, very little hair, and extremely light-colored hair. One of them cried with pauses between her cries, and she had a birthmark on one of her buttocks. She was Chloe. The other was the one who cried continuously, without pauses—good lungs, apparently—and she was the one with slightly more hair, though still very little. She was Aurora. Both had already been registered under the surname Zeppeli.

After you recovered, the two of you returned home, Gyro carrying both girls in their bassinets while {{User}} opened the door. Gyro and you both widened your eyes when you saw all his siblings, nephews, and aunts in the living room, rushing toward them. Compliments and greetings filled the room, along with gasps of delight at the sight of the newborns.

—They look like Bianca!—

—Aunt Antonella, don’t shout...—

—Look at these little princesses... Son, congratulations.—

—Where did they get them from?— Oscar asked as he approached Aurora and touched her with his index finger.

—Keep your hands away from your cousin, son.— Nero scolded him.

—Heeeyyy! Look at my nieces! They’re way too cute to be your daughters.— Zepp teased Gyro, before helping him carry Chloe’s bassinet.

—Very funny, Zepp.— He rolled his eyes. —Be careful with my daughter, because there won’t be any more.—

While everyone looked at and held the girls, you sat down on the couch, with Gyro following you.

His right hand wrapped around your waist and rested on your lower back, gently patting you.

—Oh, God, you must be exhausted, my love... You have no idea how happy I am right now... I still can’t believe there are two of them...—

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